Axel had looked up from his leather-bound journal completely by chance. The object usually held the entirety of the red head's attention as he scratched down his adventures in an untidy scrawl and stuck Polaroids of his travels between the pages. In this foreign land of beauty, he couldn't be sure what had caused him to look up at that precise moment. Even looking back, years later, all he could come up with was that Fate had grabbed his fire-red spikes of hair and yanked his head up too lock with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen.
People often complimented Axel's green eyes as beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, unearthly- just about ever compliment imaginable. He had never claimed to be humble person and tended to play up his eyes to catch even more attention. But the eyes staring at him now- wide at first, from being caught, but now narrowed in a scowl instead of looking away despite the blush that was growing on the cheeks just under them -they were the ocean. Axel's were nothing but the pathetic grasses being crushed under the crashing of clear blue waves.
Objectively, there wasn't really anything amazing about the eyes. No make-up playing them up. Just blue eyes on a blond haired boy. Certainly not uncommon in this part of Europe. And it wasn't like it was the first time he'd been stared at- practically everything about Axel begged for stares. No, it was more the amount of personality that came screaming out of those blue blue eyes and how the boy (Well, man. Probably. Hopefully.) refused to look away from their impromptu staring contest. In fact, he seemed to be generally offended at having his staring interrupted by Axel's notice.
Without breaking their battle of eyes, Axel closed the journal and stuffed it back inside his jacket. Long legs uncurled from their cross-legged position. Those blue eyes of his opponent narrowed slightly more in suspicion as the red head stood. Axel just smirked and crossed the street. "You speak English?"
The blond had tensed but nodded.
"My name's Axel. Got it memorized?"
The glare returned in full force and Axel wondered how anything could be so red-hot when coming from such a cool blue. "I'm not some simpleton!"
"Never thought you were. Would love to know who you are though."
The glare shifted back into cautious. "…Roxas."
"Roxas!" Axel grinned, letting the name ring in his ears and settle comfortably in his brain as the identifier for those awe-inspiring blue eyes. "Well, Roxas, I'd love to take you out for a coffee and, eventually, a chapel."
Roxas relaxed, eyes still cautious but relieved. "Yes."
Axel blinked and it was the blond's turned to smirk. "Yes? You sure you understand English, Blue Eyes?"
"I understand." Roxas said as he stood. "You're buying. The ring, too."